“Even though a cloud may hide it, The sun abides always in heaven’s tabernacle; There, a holy will rules, Blind chance does not govern the world. That eye, ever pure and clear, Appraises all beings justly, through love. For me, too, will our Father care, For I entrust heart and soul to him like a child, And even if this were my last morning, Should the Father’s word summon me from the bridal threshold, His eye, pure and clear, Would appraise me justly too, with love.”
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 03:30:04 +0000
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